Palaeography, also spelt paleography (from Greek παλαιός palaiós, "old" and γράφειν graphein, "to write") is the study of ancient writing. Included in the discipline is the practice of deciphering, reading, and dating historical manuscripts, and the cultural context of writing, including the methods with which writing and books were produced, and the history of scriptoria.
Palaeography can be an essential skill for historians and philologists, as it tackles two main difficulties. First, since the style of a single alphabet in each given language has evolved constantly, it is necessary to know how to decipher its individual characters as they existed in various eras. Second, scribes often used many abbreviations, usually so as to write more quickly and sometimes to save space, so the specialist-palaeographer must know how to interpret them. Knowledge of individual letter-forms, ligatures, punctuation, and abbreviations enables the palaeographer to read and understand the text. The palaeographer must know, first, the language of the text (that is, a 21st-century English or French speaker must become expert in the relevant earlier forms of these languages); and second, the historical usages of various styles of handwriting, common writing customs, and scribal/notarial abbreviations. Philological knowledge of the language, vocabulary, and grammar generally used at a given time or place can help palaeographers identify ancient or more recent forgeries versus authentic documents.
I found a hiding place,
in Tokyo,
Or anywhere else you might know.
You are the place I found,
Wish I could stick around,
I found a hiding place,
In Tokyo.
Hiding away
Only to pass the day,
There is no time for more.
Light shines through you,
A smile that dares you to go on,
Just waiting for the sun,
Sit waiting for the sun.
I stayed in this small room
across from the dead
and shadows from the curtain
played across my bed
you led me out
into the warm summer air.
Hiding away
Only to pass the day,
There is no time for more.
Light shines through you,
A smile that dares you to go on,
Just waiting for the sun,
Sit waiting for the sun.
Light shines through you,
Slow down world,
If only for today.
I see you coming,
but I really cannot stay.
Life has changed in so many ways,
It all seemed to happen in so few days.
And I have changed in so many ways,
It all seemed to happen in so few days.
Let’s get rolling,
And it’s going to be ok.
I know I should run,
But all I can do is sway.
Life has changed in so many ways,
It all seemed to happen in so few days.
And I have changed in so many ways,
It all seemed to happen in so few days.
Time likes to move fast,
It would prefer to be past.
So jog to keep up if you’re able,
Yeah jog to keep up if you’re able
Life has changed in so many ways,
It all seemed to happen in so few days.
And I have changed in so many ways,
in the corner of a room
sitting on a chair
paintings line the walls
and i sigh and stare
blend into the backgrounds
avoid being seen
become another painting
as she strolls out on the scene
Reach to her so slowly
Her body seems to gleam
She’ll linger in your memory,
She has perfect hands
i’ve seen their work before
she paints these broken hearts
and dries them on the floor
when you dance with her,
you dance with her soul
and even when you lead her
she’s the one who has control
i’m getting a headache
from drinking too much
i can’t understand her,
our worlds just don’t touch
Reach to her so slowly
Her body seems to gleam
but never, never touch her
She has perfect hands
i’ve seen their work before
she paints these broken hearts
and dries them on the floor
She has perfect hands,
i’ve seen their work unfold,
she draws so many hearts,
retreating from the cold
dancing our way home,
the coffee sits between my knees
heating them up as i write to you
the sun is bright, present, shiny
the train is moving as trains do,
and it’s hard being the one who loves the other more, who
loves the other more
yeah it’s hard being the one who loves the other more,
who loves the other more
where are the dots on noel she asks
i’m not sure but i try to sound confident
when i tell her in my sweetest voice
on the e the one next to the o,
and it’s hard being the one who loves the other more, who
loves the other more
yes it’s hard being the one who loves the other more, who
loves the other more
and we only have 6 minutes left
and we only have 6 minutes left
and we only have 6 minutes left
and it’s always hard being the one who loves the other
more, who loves the other more
yes it’s hard being the one who loves the other more, who
show me your dark side sweet pie
the part that plucks fragile heart strings
while the speedometer is just a reflection
show me your weak side baby
GOD knows we all have one,
where the lines on the road don’t matter.
You look so pretty,
From where I stand
As you smile slowly
Holding my heart in your hand
show me your wild side darling
the part that runs through the trees
where the signs are just suggestions
show me your weak side baby
GOD knows we all have one,
where the lines on the road don’t matter.
You look so pretty,
From where I stand
As you smile slowly
Holding my heart in your hand
She’s trying to find the right version of herself,
the right version of herself
She’s trying to find the right version of herself,
the right version of herself
In the old mirror, in the old mirror,
The distance between us,
Paints my heart black,
Just fold and repackage,
And then send me back.
The spaces between us,
So thin then so wide
It’s your sad breaking voice,
That’s making me cry.
It’s all back there,
Where we left it,
Between those walls,
Come and get it if you dare.
You say that you’re sorry
When you are around,
But you are not sorry,
Your just backing down.
It’s all back there,
Where we left it,
Between those walls,
Come and get.
It’s all back there,
Where we left it,
Between those walls,
Come and get it if you dare.
It’s all back there,
Where we left it,
Between those walls,
Come and get it
It’s all back there,
Where we left it,
Between those walls--,